The Collector Of Stone Halves Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

or Unfinished Cores

Walking across rocky terrain
For no reason but the love of nature
It's odd to find the halves of rocks.

Usually they're neatly sheared
As if by some divine force
And though the laws of physics

Entail equilibrium of balanced masses
It doesn't compare to man's stupidity
Yearning to imbue in this event

A godly miracle. That I believe
Is the reason God created Woman
To compensate for man's half-wit.

But not all men are so demi-witted
As I believe that deities like us
Some times don't finish the started.

That's the real reason why
There are so many
Demi-gods and half-bloods.